Skin Of A Sinner Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My heart did a little dance. I wanted to look pretty for him. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I let the warm water run over my skin. I rubbed sweet-smelling soap over my breasts and my hips. I thought about his big, rough hands touching me there. It made my pussy feel heavy and wet again. I didn't even dry myself all the way. I just put on a very thin, short pink dress. I didn't put on any underwear. I wanted to feel the air on my skin. I wanted him to be able to touch me easily.

✒✒✒ “Chris?” Senna reached her hands to Chris’ shoulder. When the lager turned around Senna gasped and froze in shock. Chris was faxing her but it was difficult to know whether he was looking at her or not. Because his eyes were replaced with a black hole. It looks endless and the more Senna looked at it the more it feels like it was sucking her in. His lips opened as if to answer her question. But it was not the normal lips that Chris had. It was slimy and broken. There was a stench coming out of it. Senna shuddered and goosebumps run around her body. “Chris? What’s going on?” Trembling, Senna managed to ask her friend, if it was still her friend.

Days passed in a haze and in each moment, I hungered for my saviour. On this sleepless day, I just couldn’t bear it. I slid my hand under my camisole and ran my palm over my breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened. Why did you leave me, you terrible terrible cop, when you could have all of me? A soft moan spilled from me as I stroked my clit in slow circles. It was his fingers touching me, his lips at my neck, whispering dirty, beautiful things. I arched into my own hand, biting my lip to keep from calling out his name.

What if I fall into his trap and he ends up hurting me like he surely has done with other girls before? Reaching out, I pull the book into my lap, flipping it open right at the middle. Knowledge is power, and in order to be stronger than him, I need to prepare myself. And if my memory serves me right, he has read the book about me, too. Looking through a few paragraphs, I indulge myself in some of his back story. A lot is in relation to him being a Sin, and his relationship with his siblings. As interesting as it is, I want the details no one knows.

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved. I don’t care if you are sisters. You will cry. You will bleed. And you will beg.

he asked, drawing an unknown pattern on my skin, his eyes following his fingers. “What’s yours?” I asked, inching closer to him. He smells so good. The stranger grinned, peering at me through sensual eyes. “I’m sure I asked first.” “I don’t care,” I said, letting my hand rest on his thigh. He was athletic—that much was obvious, but I wondered if the rest of his body was decorated by the dark tattoos. I needed to see it. “Damian,” he said with no hesitation, catching me by surprise. I was expecting another rebuttal. Damian. I liked the name.

Murphy's POV I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my cut with the leather jacket bearing the insignia of the Dead Revenants biker gang. My mind was still brooding over the encounter at the restaurant earlier. Myles’ fucking smug face, his calm fucking demeanor, that goddamn arrogance—it burned in my chest the more I thought about all of it. That bastard thought he was untouchable. But he’d learn soon enough. Pain was a great teacher, and it seemed he wanted it.

The moment my heels found purchase on the floor, I stood up, attempting to dart past his massive frame toward the door. But Alaric was faster. His heavy body slammed into mine, pinning me back down onto the leather cushions, his immense weight completely trapping me. Slap! The sharp, deafening crack of my palm colliding with his jaw echoed through the quiet room. I hit him with everything I had left. The force of the blow snapped his head to the side. Alaric froze, his muscles locking instantly. A thin bead of crimson welled where his teeth had bit into the inside of his lower lip. For a long, agonizing beat, he didn't move. He just stared at the wall, the dark, beastly fog in his eyes slowl

"We are both going to punished once when we get caught. We need to be extra careful." Ang dapat sanang matatakot ako dahil sa kaniyang sinabi. Hindi tuloy nangyari. Bagkus, parang mas gusto ko pang gumawa ng bawal... ng masama. Para lang marinig sa kaniya ang ganoong kataga. Selfishness or self-will is the manifestation of sin. True love is the antidote to self-centeredness. You will not commit sin with them or tempt them to commit sin if you genuinely love them. "Kung ako lang ang mapaparusahan ay ayos lang, kaya ko naman. Pero paano kapag saiyo na? Hindi ko mapapatawad ang sarili ko, Amari..."

“I got out. I lived clean. I stayed away from the blood and the noise and the men who think pain is currency.” I let out a breath that trembled. “But you knew I would have to return eventually. You always knew.” I pressed my palm against the polished wood. It was cold. Unforgiving. “You never asked me what it cost,” I murmured. “Not once.” The chapel door creaked softly behind me. I felt him before I turned.